August 8, 2024, it will be cloudy, occasionally sunny, and a little rainy.
An ordinary evening.
A state-owned enterprise building and archives office in Jingcheng.
It was almost ti to get off work. Comrade Lao Zhou was leaning in front of his desk, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and was carefully writing a piece of material one stroke at a ti.
There is a cup of tea next to it, and a half-burned cigarette is burning in the ashtray...
Although Zhou Wang directly brought back a box of heavy nine, apart from the fact that Lao Zhou brought one with him when he ca to the office a few days ago and distributed it everywhere, his favorite cigarettes are still the ones that have increased in price. To 15 yuan a pack of Ziyun.
I'm used to smoking, but this smoke still gives the best energy.
However, the tea he is drinking now is very good. The jar in the drawer looks like an ordinary jar, but it contains the old Icelandic tea bought by his son. 1 gram costs more than 100, which is as rare as gold.
Of course, Zhou Dajun didn't show off to anyone, he just silently endured this honor that no one knew about——
You can't drink too much tea and be more aweso than your leader... it's not appropriate.
But Zhou Dajun has been on the edge of the company all his life, and he always has his own vanity. Occasionally when he is tired from writing, he will get up and stretch his muscles, walk to the window, and take a look at the 24-car parked in the field of view downstairs. A white rcedes-Benz GLC AMG.
The strongest experience is naturally the day the car first arrives.
Especially when he got off work, Zhou Dajun specially prepared a towel and wiped it back and forth for 50 minutes starting from the 5:30 off work ti...
"Harm, my son Zhou Wang bought it, how can I do this..."
"Of course it's the full paynt. Although the full paynt discount is less, there's no need to pay interest for free, hahaha!"
"It's more than 700,000. This kid, I told you there's no need to buy sothing so expensive. Guess what he said... The brat said he didn't even have a million, so why is it so expensive? If he makes money, he won't listen to , an old man. Ah, today's young people, alas..."
"Oh, you didn't ask about the price, I'm sorry..."
On that day, more than 200 people in the entire state-owned enterprise building knew that Lao Zhou's son had beco rich, and...it turned out that Lao Zhou spoke so "annoyingly"!
But no matter what, when he reached Lao Zhou's age and was working as a free man in the archives, most people still sent their sincere congratulations and expressed their envy, which satisfied the little desire of this older middle-aged man. vanity.
On that evening when the sky was filled with red clouds, Comrade Zhou felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.
After all, he didn't have much hope in his life. When he was young, he chose the wrong team three tis in a row and missed all the possibilities for advancent. His career future ca to an end more than ten years ago...
"Brother Zhou, give you so water!"
Xiao Gao, who was at the opposite table, ca in with a kettle, laughed and added tea to Zhou Dajun.
"Xiao Gao, I can do it myself, why bother you again?"
Zhou Dajun quickly thanked him.
Xiao Gao was just transferred to the archives this year. He is more than ten years younger than Zhou Dajun. He was not familiar with Zhou Dajun before. After all, they were both destined to sit on the bench, and he probably didn't have the heart to be sociable.
It's just that after Zhou Dajun drove the rcedes-Benz GLC, Xiao Gao's na for him unconsciously changed from "Old Zhou" to "Brother Zhou", and his attitude towards him beca much more enthusiastic.
It can't be said that Xiao Gao wants to get sothing from Lao Zhou, but it is undeniable that the relationship between the two is indeed much closer than before.
"Hum, please don't be polite to about this easy matter..."
Glancing at the materials Zhou Dajun spread out on the table, Xiao Gao beca a little surprised again, "Hey, Brother Zhou, are you still writing the application for vacation?"
"Well, the last one was sent back by Director Sun, saying that my reasons were not sufficient and asked to resubmit."
Zhou Dajun also frowned a little when he ntioned this, and his face beca unsightly.
Naturally, he asked for leave to travel to Europe, but he didn't expect that what he thought was going smoothly would encounter so obstacles.
"Sun Liancheng, isn't this a bit too much?"
Xiao Gao was also a little angry, "What you applied for is public leave, which is reasonable and reasonable. Why is he stuck?"
The Sun Liancheng ntioned by Xiao Gao is the director of their archives office. There are only three of them in the entire archives office, and Sun Liancheng is the only leader.
"Haha, you probably want to apply for early retirent..."
Zhou Dajun smiled and said.
Although he was laughing, Lao Zhou was definitely feeling uncomfortable.
My son has beco prosperous, and "most people" have sent sincere congratulations, which ans that there are still a small number of people who are disapproving of this, or even more unhappy.
Sun Liancheng, who had always had a slight conflict with Zhou Dajun, was obviously one of them.
Asking for leave is a big deal, and the other party will use it to disgust him.
Not to ntion that the difference between "internal retirent" and "early retirent" is still very big. Although Zhou Dajun certainly doesn't care about those three lons and two dates, he will feel a little aggrieved after all.
"How about Brother Zhou, I will help you write an electronic version and submit it online. The effect may be different..."
Xiao Gao suggested after hesitating.
"No, just leave it like this. If he insists on making things difficult for again, at worst, I will retire early. What can I do?"
Zhou Dajun waved his hand and pretended to be free and easy.
"That's right. Now you don't care about the loss of insurance and salary. If it really doesn't work, there is no need to be angry with Sun Liancheng. Who is he?"
Xiao Gao's voice was a little louder, but it didn't matter originally. After all, he always called Sun Liancheng by his first na in private.
But just at this mont, Sun Liancheng walked in from the door of the office.
In addition to the warehouse, there are only two offices in the archives. Sun Liancheng's office is at the other end. He rarely cos here. At this ti, he suddenly saw the other party. Not to ntion Xiao Gao's face beca unnatural, and Zhou Dajun also felt a little uncomfortable. Awkward.
Although it was Xiao Gao who was scolding him, it looked like the two of them were orchestrating him behind the scenes. Even though Sun Liancheng couldn't actually do anything to them, it was definitely not a good look in person...
But soon, to Zhou Dajun's surprise and Xiao Gao's shock, Sun Liancheng walked in as if he hadn't heard anything.
Not only that, the other party quickly put on a smiling face and strode over to face Zhou Dajun.
"Haha, I haven't left yet... Lao Zhou, do you want to have dinner together tonight? I know a pickled fish fish restaurant, and the taste is amazing!"
Facing Sun Liancheng who enthusiastically invited him to dinner, Zhou Dajun looked at the sun outside the window in confusion...
That's right, the sun still sets in the west.
"I'm not going to eat anymore. My mother-in-law is still at ho, so I must go back to eat... Uh, Director Sun, what kind of happy event have you encountered?"
Zhou Dajun replied subconsciously, and then asked speculatively.
From his perspective, this was probably the only possibility that would make Sun Liancheng's attitude towards him completely different.
Who knew that Sun Liancheng patted him on the shoulder and pointed at him with a smile: "Old Zhou, it's not that I have any happy event, it's obviously that you have a big happy event... Speaking of which, you hid it from and Xiao Gao It's so hard!"
Facing Sun Liancheng's smiling look, Xiao Gao felt a little flattered. In his mory, when had Sun Liancheng smiled at him...
But Xiao Gao was also confused and looked at Zhou Dajun in confusion.
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What "happy event" happened to Brother Zhou to deserve Sun Liancheng's treatnt?
But Zhou Dajun himself was very confused. He really didn't know what Sun Liancheng was talking about.
In Sun Liancheng's eyes, this was naturally because Zhou Dajun was still pretending, but he could actually understand it. After all, so things should not be publicized until the dust settled.
"Old Zhou, if you haven't received the exact news yet, you can rest assured now!"
Only then did Sun Liancheng take out the other hand on his back and put the copy of "Jingcheng Evening News" that had been delivered to his office 20 minutes ago on the table:
"Well, the newspaper just ca out, and the official website has also published a briefing. Your son Zhou Wang is now the pride of our entire Jingcheng, hahaha..."
Zhou Dajun, who was confused by what he heard, subconsciously moved his eyes to the evening newspaper that still slled of ink.
The headline on the front page read: "The new generation of 'Jingcheng's Ten Outstanding Youths' are announced..." When he saw this headline, Lao Zhou's breathing beca heavy because he had already realized sothing. .
As he picked up the newspaper and rummaged through it quickly, sure enough, he soon saw what he wanted in one of the special columns:
[...Zhou Wang's Chapter on Jingcheng's outstanding youth: Zhou Wang was born on December 24, 2002 in Jingcheng Won's and Children's Hospital. He studied in... He was born in an ordinary working-class family, but he always believed that the starting point of life does not determine the end. Starting from college, Zhou Wang dared to work hard... After returning to his hotown, he never forgot the cultivation from his alma mater. At the opening ceremony of the back-to-school season, he donated RMB 10 million to the education developnt fund established by Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School. Lift...]
Zhou Dajun was stunned. His eyes seed to be still reading the words, but they beca distracted again.
An unspeakable emotion rose from his heart, making his brain so hot that he couldn't hear what Sun Liancheng and Xiao Gao were saying next to him...
Zhou Dajun's hands holding the newspaper were slightly trembling.
This is the newspaper he has been reading every day since he started working!
People who are not of their generation cannot understand the importance that newspapers, a traditional propaganda carrier, have in their minds...
That ans authority, justice, credibility, and, supre glory.
Touching the slightly blurry portrait photo, Zhou Dajun's eyes began to beco moist, and he felt that this mont was so unreal.
Is this young man with a little childish look on his face really the son of my old Zhou?
"...Haha, Lao Zhou, I guess it's not just . I'm afraid that very soon, we, Mr. Lin, will have to co for you to treat us to dinner!"
Zhou Dajun, who gradually returned to reality, finally heard the laughter from Sun Liancheng. The laughter was not hypocritical, but sounded sincere.
Sun Liancheng was really moved by so complicated emotions, and he was not deliberately praising Lao Zhou.
A rcedes-Benz GLC is nothing, and the leaders will inquire about it for fun, but if Lao Zhou's son has received this honor, he is a figure with official endorsent.
Zhou Wang is only 22 years old!
Who can be sure where he will reach in the future?
The various influences that extend behind this, at least among state-owned enterprises of their level, must be weighed by everyone. Therefore, in Sun Liancheng's opinion, Mr. Lin will most likely express condolences to Lao Zhou in person, and it can even be said to be a certainty. matter...
Maybe, Lao Zhou can leave the archives room and go to other positions to shine. That is also hard to say.
Although Xiao Gao was shocked, he was naturally envious. So speaking of human destiny, Brother Zhou is almost at the age of retirent, and there is still a "father is more valuable than son", who would have thought...
"Lao Zhou, forget it if you don't have ti today, but I'm serious, we must find ti to get together!"
At this ti, Sun Liancheng patted Zhou Dajun's shoulder enthusiastically and said, "I only found out after reading the newspaper today that there is still a connection between us!"
"oh?"
Zhou Dajun, who had barely cald down, asked curiously: "What's the origin?"
"It's all up to . I haven't had a good communication with you before... My daughter and your son are classmates in the sa class of No. 1 Middle School. Maybe they even know each other!"
Sun Liancheng chuckled and said: "That day, my Ningning also went to participate in the back-to-school activities of Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School. When she ca back the next day, she told about a classmate of theirs who donated 10 million. I didn't expect what she said. That classmate is your son Zhou Wang..."
Listening to Sun Liancheng's explanation as if he was trying to force a relationship, Zhou Dajun just smiled.
In particular, Sun Liancheng was obviously trying to be a salesperson and kept bragging about how beautiful his daughter was. How could Zhou Dajun not know the other party's little thoughts?
In the past, Zhou Dajun might have really wanted to facilitate it. After all, his son might not have had any good choices, but now...
At least in the hearts of him and Zhao Guihua, they already regard Jiang Qingkui as half their daughter-in-law. No matter how good your girl nad Ningning is, can she still be better than Jiang Qingkui?
While dealing with Sun Liancheng casually, Zhou Dajun couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart.
This kid didn't even say a word to them, and quietly donated 10 million... Yes, Lao Zhou didn't know about this until he saw the newspaper.
I don't know how much Zhou Wang has hidden from them...
Now that their son is old and successful, they no longer need to worry about him.
Thinking of this, Zhou Dajun was happy, but also felt a little lonely for no reason.
But seeing Sun Liancheng's "face" at this mont, and Xiao Gao's silent envy, Comrade Zhou had to admit that this feeling...
It's really cool!
...
At seven o'clock in the evening, when the thirsty Zhou Wang hung up the last call, the rcedes-Benz G finally drove into Mingcheng.
From the excitent at the beginning, it even becos a bit boring later. Most people really don't understand this feeling.
Pretending can get annoying!
Jingle bell bell!
The phone rang for the nth ti. After taking a look at the unknown caller whose na was not displayed, Zhou Wang chose to hang up directly.
The other end of the phone may be a classmate who has not been in touch for a long ti, or a relative who is not familiar with it, or it may be the dia, or it may be an individual who appears out of nowhere looking for investnt...
In short, on the way from Belvedere to Mingcheng, Zhou Wang truly experienced what it ans to "beco famous once and for all."
Of course, considering that it was only a local glory, its influence was actually relatively limited, but even so, the ripples it caused in a specific area exceeded Zhou Wang's expectations.
As for the backlog of unread ssages on WeChat, which exceeds "99 ", Zhou Wang has no desire to even open it and take a look.
Originally, it was only people in the alumni group who first sent congratulations to Zhou Wang, and then the circle of friends also began to fernt.
Soone who knew Zhou Wang who worked in an official organization reposted the news, one by one. By the ti Zhou Wang reacted, soone was even @him in an escape room entertainnt group chat he had joined at so point...
As a result, Zhou Wang kept answering all kinds of calls along the way, and the words he said the most were "where, where" and "surely".
The forr is humility in response to various complints, while the latter is perfunctory in response to various invitations.
When Zhou Wang wiped his sweat and pressed down the car window, an unscrewed bottle of water was silently handed to him next to him.
Glancing at Shen Yutong's bright eyes next to him, Zhou Wang said "thank you" and took the glass bottle of Evian.
After drinking half the bottle in one go, Zhou Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Shen Yutong sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I must have been very noisy along the way. You must be a little sleepy..."
Since everyone didn't sleep well last night, Zhou Wang said this.
"I'm not sleepy, and I don't feel noisy. Well, I... quite like hearing these things."
Shen Yutong did not hide the admiration in his eyes, "Zhou Wang, you are really amazing!"
She didn't quite understand what "outstanding youth" ant at first, but during Zhou Wang's call, Shen Yutong had already checked a lot of things on her phone and shared them with their dormitory group.
She even posted a special post on WeChat Monts, also reprinting the official dia announcent, even though she didn't know whether she was qualified to do so...
But looking at the likes and inquiries from those people on WeChat, Shen Yutong was still sincerely satisfied, even if this kind of honor was just an illusion.
"Stop praising , please. You also know how many words I've heard just now. I'm almost feeling physically unwell..."
Zhou Wang quickly waved his hand.
"Puch!"
Shen Yutong couldn't help but smile.
Not long after, the car slowly stopped at a comrcial building on the edge of Mingcheng's Second Ring Road. There was an unused apartnt under Yu Duo's na. Shen Yutong, who had not found a house yet, ca here temporarily to stay.
When Shen Yutong got out of the car and got her luggage, Zhou Wang originally wanted to stop her and ask her about her future plans. Who knew that after Shen Yutong lowered his head briefly, he suddenly walked over quickly. Before Zhou Wang could react, By the ti she reached the scene, she had already leaned in with her amazingly curvy body, and without any explanation, she put one hand around Zhou Wang's neck...
The next mont, hot lips were pressed against her.
With a suffocating clinging and a frenzy without any skills, as if she was afraid of Zhou Wang's rejection, Shen Yutong had already stuffed the slippery strip in at the first mont.
She fiddled hard and chased awkwardly, trying to block all Zhou Wang's words.
After about a minute, Shen Yutong finally let go of Zhou Wang. She was panting and already a little unsteady on her feet, but she still mustered up the courage to look at Zhou Wang:
"Zhou Wang, believe it or not...this is my first kiss."
After speaking quickly, Shen Yutong picked up the small suitcase with both hands, turned around and ran into the community, panicking.
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